☠️UNDERWORLD
WHISPERS 🩸
{SECRETS OF THE DARK}
THEME: segz AND POWER 🔞
CHAPTER 19 ; HIS DISAPPEARANCE
WRITTEN BY NOORIE Q
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We’ve spent a whole lot of days in this estate; aren’t you worried about the empire?” Mirabella asked.
“Hmm. No,” he replied, his eyes on his laptop.
“You’ve been on the laptop for hours already; I don’t like it,” she said, crawling to him on the bed.
He looked at her and smiled; her figure was clearly visible through the net crop top.
He closed the laptop and placed it on the table, while Mirabella sat on him.
“Do you have any plans for today?” She asked, rubbing his chest.
Her hands moved to his lips, and she caressed them slowly. She inserted her finger into his mouth and withdrew it, then licked her finger and smiled.
“You know, I’m about to do something quite naughty to you right now!” He said, and Mirabella bit her lip seductively.
“How would you like a new style of segz?” He asked and she grinned.
“Destroy me!” She whispered into his ear.
He ripped off her crop top and her G-string pants instantly.
“How do you want it? Missionary, doggie, hanging, anus or destroy my style?” She asked, rubbing his hard crock.
“I have plans for this little Pů$$¥, don’t worry!” He said and stood up.
He walked to the drawer and brought out a robe. He tied her hands on the bed stand.
She widened her legs and he smiled, seeing that her Vigina was wet already.
“f-__-k!” He said as he climbed on the bed. He inserted his four fingers and she Mõ@ɲed softly.
He slowly started moving in her, his eyes locked on her.
“Uhmm” She Mõ@ɲed as he increased his pace a bit.
His hands were moving in a slippery way, the way her Vigina dutifully takes them in makes him feel good.
“Holy $h|t!… Are you gonna make me beg for your Ďïčk again?”
He removed his fingers and shoved his Ďïčk into her Pů$$¥ and started moving fast.
“Ouch! f-__-k!” She Mõ@ɲed, holding his shoulder tight.
He increased his pace wildly and she kept Mõ@ɲing.
He smirked and pulled out from her. Her smile disappeared as Vincenzo wore his joggers back.
“What the f-__-k are you doing?” Mirabella asked as he kissed her.
“Trying to work,” He replied, sitting down on the bed. He carried his laptop and Mirabella’s jaw dropped.
“No. No, you must be kidding, right?” She said and Vincenzo shook his head.
“Look, I’m trying to be a good man, someone said it’s not about segz” He replied and she shook her head.
“I didn’t mean it like that, You just gave me a head and now, you want to ignore me!?” She questioned and he chuckled.
“Mirabella, this morning you were complaining about how sore you felt down there, I don’t want to hurt you!” He explained and she frowned.
“I swear I’m f-__-king wet and horny, please don’t do this to me!” Sbe begged, rubbing his Ďïčk.
“Please please please!” She begged and he scoffed.
“Look, mi amor. I don’t want to hurt you. Didn’t You say I can’t last a day without segz, that I’m a segz addict? I want to prove you wrong, so please” He paused and tapped the bed. “Lie down and sleep,” He added.
“Lie down and sleep?? really? How can you be so inhuman!!” She retorted and hit his face with the pillow.
Vincenzo dropped the laptop and pulled her closer, he raised his eyebrows and she groaned.
“Vee!!
“Mi amor!!
“Stop playing already. f-__-k me! please!” She said and he shook his head with a smile.
“Really? If you can’t satisfy me, how do you think I’m going to give birth to your child?” She asked and Vincenzo began laughing.
“Really? Are you that horny?” He asked and she nodded.
“Mirabella, please I have loads of work okay” He said and kissed her deeply.
“See you later!” He murmured and stood up.
He carried his laptop and walked out of the room, leaving Just Mirabella.
“Oh great!” She retorted and rolled her eyes.
She lay on the bed, cuddling the pillow tightly. Her phone rang, and she picked it up.
“Hello?”
“Mirabella, I have something to tell you,” her father said over the phone, and she sat up.
“What is it?” She questioned, slipping on her fluffy slippers as she walked to the balcony.
“You see, there’s only one thing I’d love you to do for me. I know you h@ťě me and blame me for your mother’s death, but please…”
“Get straight to the point; don’t try to use that emotional blackmail! It doesn’t work on me!” She snapped.
“Hmmmm. I see,” he replied and coughed.
“Are you okay? Are you sick?” She rushed her questions, but Mr. Leonardo just chuckled.
“I’m not getting any younger. Mirabella, in all your doings, please make sure D’Angelo never goes down,” he said, and she rolled her eyes.
“Dad, are you dying soon? What’s with all this talk?”
“Nothing, just listen!” He said.
“The company documents are with my lawyer, Mr. Simon,” he said, and Mirabella nodded.
“Okay, so…?”
“I handed over the company to you, but you have to be careful; Isabella, your sister, is dangerous,” he warned, and she bit her lip.
“I understand,” she replied.
“And… inside my room, there’s… ahhhhh!!” Mr. Leonardo screamed, and Mirabella’s eyes widened.
“Hello, Dad!!.. Dad, can you hear me!?” She questioned, walking around.
“Dad!! Dad!” She yelled, but there was no response.
She ended the call and dialed another number.
“Hello, Mr. Frederico! Where’s my dad!?” She asked, pacing around.
“He visited a friend? Anything?” Mr. Frederico questioned.
“With or without any bodyguards?” She asked.
“Without!” He replied, and she clenched her fist.
“Have you lost it? What do we pay you for? Staying at home and eating?” She retorted and hissed.
“Find my father, or I will have you all beheaded!” She shouted and threw her phone against the wall.
It broke into pieces, and she stormed out, entered the room, and quickly dressed up.
She grabbed the gun from the drawer and rushed out of the room.
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Have you received any calls or text messages?” Mirabella inquired of Santino. He shook his head in the negative.
She let out a soft sigh, sitting on the ground, drenched in sweat. She rubbed her eyes, uncertain about the next course of action.
“Call his phone, I don’t know what’s happening,” she muttered, and Santino dialed Mr. Leonardo’s number, but there was no response.
“d@mn it! Where the heck is he?” she exclaimed, standing up and holding her forehead. “What do I do next?” she mumbled.
“I think I found something,” Santino said, gazing at his phone.
Mirabella swiftly grabbed the phone and hopped into the car. “Hurry up!” she snapped as Santino joined her in the car, speeding away.
They followed the signal on the phone, leading them to a desolate area.
“Why is it blinking continuously?” she asked as they got out of the car.
“I don’t know, maybe his phone is around here,” Santino replied as they ventured further.
“Excuse me, have you seen this man before?” Mirabella asked, showing a picture of Mr. Leonardo to strangers.
“No, sorry, I haven’t.”
“Sorry, I haven’t seen anyone.”
“I don’t speak English!” one of the strangers said, and Mirabella rolled her eyes.
“No English? What language did you just speak, French?” she retorted angrily.
Suddenly, her eyes caught sight of Mr. Leonardo’s car, and she turned towards it.
She rushed over, only to find the car’s window broken with a piece of paper on the seat.
She picked it up and opened it slowly, her heart racing.
“Don’t worry, bunny, I will return him to you,” she read the letter with widened eyes.
“Marco! It has to be him,” she muttered and sprinted back to her car.
“Get in, Santino!” she yelled in frustration, and he quickly complied. She sped off.
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In a dimly lit chamber, Mr. Leonardo was bound to a chair, blood oozing from his battered face, a testament to the brutal beating he had endured.
“So, any final prayers?” a towering, ominous figure inquired, but Mr. Leonardo merely smirked.
“You know, I can’t help but picture how agonizing your demise will be,” Mr. Leonardo chuckled.
“Let’s not discuss mine just yet; it would likely take another demon to bring me down. Let’s focus on yours,” the man replied, his sinister grin growing as he licked his knife.
“Who sent you? Marco? Diego Vickers? Or that psycho, Isabella?” Mr. Leonardo asked, and the man nonchalantly shrugged.
“I haven’t the faintest idea,” he replied, his smile sending chills down Mr. Leonardo’s spine.
He honed his knife, then made a cruel cut on Mr. Leonardo’s thigh.
“Ahhh!” Mr. Leonardo screamed, and the man scoffed.
“Save your screams; we’ve only just begun,” he muttered, producing a bottle of colorless liquid.
It was unmistakably not water.
“You know, my mother married four men, divorced them all, yet remained as destitute as a church mouse,” he said, slowly uncorking the bottle, his gaze fixed on Mr. Leonardo.
He devilishly smirked and let a drop fall onto the wound, causing Mr. Leonardo to scream in agony and strain against the chains.
“I wept the day my mother banished me from our home because of her boyfriend’s beloved son,” he continued the narrative while pouring the substance onto Mr. Leonardo’s leg.
“Ahh! d@mn it! Ahhh!” Mr. Leonardo cried out, sweat beads forming on his forehead.
“Shh! Hush now,” the man whispered as he moved behind him.
He used the knife to draw a circle on the back of Mr. Leonardo’s neck, while Mr. Leonardo writhed in torment, attempting to break free from the agony and the restraints.
“I used to believe that the D’Angelos were one of the most prominent Mafia organizations in Italy. What happened? Is Daddy crying like a baby?” he inquired, giving him a vicious slap.
He slapped him again and gripped his hair tightly, ensuring their eyes met.
“Ha ha ha! How does it feel to beg for your own demise?” he murmured, then spat on Mr. Leonardo’s face.
“I took a mere two thousand dollars to dismember your body into pieces. Did you know that someone paid me to feed your remains to the dogs?” he queried, and Mr. Leonardo laughed.
“I can’t believe I’ll be searching for stray, homeless dogs,” he hissed.
“Searching for dogs? That’s an insult. You’d make a fine guard dog, except street dogs like you are feeble and perish quickly,” he said, erupting in laughter.
“Oh, I can’t help but imagine how Mirabella will exact her revenge. You don’t trifle with the D’Angelos,” he remarked, and the man scoffed.
“Watch me,” he retorted, brandishing a lengthy axe.
Mr. Leonardo closed his eyes, and the man grinned, revealing his stained teeth.
He raised the axe, and in an instant, it cleaved Mr. Leonardo’s head in two, sending it tumbling to the ground as a gush of blood erupted, resembling a macabre rainfall. The man licked the bloody axe, a wicked grin etched across his face.
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Mirabella emerged from her car, swiftly drawing her gun and opening fire on anyone within her line of sight. She dashed toward the guards, seizing two of them and violently smashing their heads together.
Two more guards approaching from behind were met with deadly shots, followed by two in her direct path.
She pivoted to discover that her initial onslaught had left a trail of lifeless bodies. However, in the blink of an eye, nearly a hundred bodyguards swarmed out, a relentless wave of opposition.
The mansion’s imposing gates creaked open, and Marco sauntered out, a smug grin on his face.
Shirtless, his bare, tattooed chest exposed, a cigar gripped between his teeth, and a liquor bottle clutched in his left hand, he oozed confidence. “Princess, I’ve been eagerly anticipating your arrival,” he purred, extending his arms.
Mirabella pulled the trigger on him, but he swiftly evaded the bullets.
She sprinted toward him, but the guards intercepted her, restraining her and shoving her back.
“d@mn you! Where the hell is my father?” she roared, her tone seething with anger and frustration.
“Is Mr. Leonardo missing? I’m afraid I have no knowledge of that,” he replied with a smug smirk.
“Oh, and who else calls me ‘bunny,’ huh?” she demanded, producing the letter.
“Me. Only me,” he responded with a sly smile, prompting Mirabella to grab one of the guards and deliver a powerful kick to his stomach. She seized the gun from his belt and aimed it at Marco.
“Where the hell is my father?” she demanded, and a guard from behind shot her arm, causing her to drop the gun in pain.
“Ouch,” she winced, then retaliated by firing at the guard’s leg.
Marco seized a gun from a nearby guard and shot the one who had wounded Mirabella.
“No one harms my bunny and escapes unscathed,” he declared coldly, causing the other guards to back away in fear.
“Come inside,” Marco beckoned as the maids swung the doors open wide. “Come, bunny, don’t keep me waiting,” he urged, as Mirabella groaned, clutching her bleeding shoulder, and reluctantly entered.
“I’m not here for your sick games. Where’s my father?” she yelled furiously, but Marco grabbed her by the neck, forcefully pressing his lips to hers. He invaded her mouth with his tongue as Mirabella struggled desperately to break free.
“Get off!” she screamed, slapping him hard.
“I’ve missed that sweet taste. I can’t get enough of you, Mirabella. Give me a chance, and I promise to be the best I can be,” he said, gripping her shoulder tightly, his almond eyes locked onto her brown ones.
“Stay away from me, you psycho!” she hissed, and he smiled.
“You don’t have a choice, Mirabella. Your father will be returned to you tomorrow morning. I promise,” he stated, and she exhaled.
Cradling her bleeding arms, she walked out of the house, her vision growing hazy. She managed to stumble into her car and hastily sped away.
Oh my goodness, Ma!” the maids exclaimed upon seeing Mirabella, who was walking in with blood dripping down her.
“Get out of the way,” she snapped, making her way upstairs.
She entered a room and hurriedly opened a drawer, retrieving a small first aid kit.
She gingerly removed her hands and poured a disinfectant.
“Ahhhhh!” she screamed, clenching the duvet tightly. “d@mn it!” she exhaled in relief.
The door swung wide open as Vincenzo rushed in, his eyes widening with shock and anger as expected.
“Who did this to you?” his husky, cold voice demanded, and Mirabella looked up.
Her teary eyes met his, and he clenched his fists in anger.
“Amore, who did this to you?” he repeated, moving closer to her. He knelt down to her level, and she hugged him tightly.
“It’s okay, let me see your arms,” he said and extended her arms.
“Let me help you with it,” he muttered and began treating her wounds.
His eyes mirrored his anger. “Do you want to talk to me now? What happened to you? Who’s responsible for this? Who hurt you, Amore?” he yelled and swallowed hard.
“I… Vee, Vee, please hold me tight,” she mumbled, and Vincenzo looked away, pulling her into his embrace.
He gently rubbed her back as she rested her head on his chest.
“It’s okay, I’m here.”
She exhaled softly and shut her eyes, while Vincenzo kept rubbing her back.
After some minutes, she fell asleep and Vincenzo dropped her on the bed. He covered her with the duvet and placed a kiss on her forehead.
He took his cellphone and walked out of the room.
“Give me every detail of the calls in Mirabella’s phone. Any suspected person, send me their number, ID and information about them” He said immediately, he called someone.
“Yes boss” The voice at the end replied and he ended the call
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“I have already sent you the money,” Isabella remarked, her voice laced with a hint of satisfaction, her fingers delicately wrapped around the stem of her wine glass. She placed the glass gently on the table, the crystal chime echoing through the dimly lit room, and then graced Diego with a sweet smile.
“Marco is such a sweetheart; he truly makes my work easier,” she purred, a wicked glint in her eyes, a sultry chuckle escaping her lips.
“Our work, darling. It makes our work easier,” Diego corrected with a grin, his lips finding hers in a deep, passionate kiss.
Isabella’s irritation flared as she contemplated Marco’s involvement. “I can’t truly trust Marco. I have to see for myself that Mr. Leonardo is dead and gone,” she declared, her voice dripping with skepticism as she scoffed dismissively.
“Never trust any soul, my dear. All we need is his power, his money, and, ultimately, to dispose of him,” Diego replied with a sinister chuckle, the two of them sharing a conspiratorial moment.
Isabella nestled her head against Diego’s chest, tracing invisible patterns on his muscular frame with her slender fingers. “I love you, Isabella,” he whispered softly, planting a tender kiss on her forehead.
Her heart skipped a beat as she reciprocated, “I love you too, Diego Vickers,” and embraced him tightly.
“I can’t wait to show Mirabella the perfect gift I have for her,” Isabella giggled, her eyes drifting closed as Diego affectionately stroked her hair.
“Mummy!” Daniel’s voice shattered the tranquil moment, and Isabella groaned in annoyance.
“What’s the matter?” she snapped, her patience wearing thin. Daniel took a step back, his bottom lip trembling.
“I’m hungry, I want pizza,” he whimpered, his voice small.
Isabella’s anger boiled over, and she lashed out, slapping him hard, sending him tumbling to the floor. “You can go ahead and die! I don’t care!” she yelled, her harsh words cutting through the room, leaving Daniel in tears.
“Mummy, please!” he cried, his voice broken and desperate. Isabella’s frustration escalated as she pushed him away and slammed the door shut, leaving Daniel banging on the door, pleading for forgiveness.
“Mummy, please let me in!”
“Mummy, please, I’m begging you!” Daniel’s voice cracked.
“Mummy, I’m sorry!” he sobbed.
“You should take him away, perhaps to the orphanage,” Diego suggested, a callous indifference in his tone.
“Orphanage?” Isabella echoed, considering the option with a nod.
“We don’t need this boy here. He’s annoying, and trust me, he’s a pest,” Diego affirmed, a sinister smile playing on his lips.
“I’ll take him to the orphanage tomorrow morning,” Isabella decided coldly.
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